WHEN the love of her hand   held me in dying bliss
the pain of my loss!   flew all history’s winter
until I heard a bird  i dreamed i could sing
but nowhere within her voice was the cardinal in snow:
the sweetest saddest joy of her voice and the least than a wish;
particle of a whole infinite, who is life?

The primary universe fraught with great peril; war, plague,
famine and natural disasters so common
  and Death come to use all   love is a fourth dimension
of Time in a stable constant, but never impenetrable
  as when a tangent Universe occurs those laughing, saying
happy birthday are at the epicenter of a dangerous new
world and teacher tell me what’s my lesson:  

“the Manipulated Dead
 of an Ensured Trap
 births new universes.

:: 10262015 ::